Redtail Rise callieres

ancelin knew he shouldn't have favorite anything, but redd was growing on him, and masque had helped him. 
he trusted them more than, well.
the voices of the black birds grew in harshness; he nudged redd and motioned toward a moose calf — and the heavy mark of bear paws around it.
it looked as though the predator had killed its prey outside the territory, then dragged it just inside the border to eat.
ancelin forced himself closer, the musky scent assailing his nostrils. he grabbed for a bite of the haunch all the same, bristling.